No Mask Invincible Novels & Stories

she threatened and he snickered. "You're funny, Keisha…" he trailed off. He was caught off guard when she suddenly pulled his mask away. He was stunned for a moment before he grabbed her arm. "You're…" Her mouth opened as she stared at his handsome face without a scar or imperfections. He breathed heavily as she continued staring at him. He held her arm tightly as they looked at each other intensely. "Cat got your tongue?" He leaned forward and smiled as she stayed still. He let go of her arm before taking his fox mask away and putting it on.

Like she was empty of tears. "The mask was a gift from my mom, someone I thought I lost long before I lost my dad, I survived with an injury on my face that the doctors said would scar me. Everyone hated me after that, for taking away their alpha, for being weak and ugly." Lennox's hand came around her and held her close as she exposed more of herself. "The mask was a way of hiding my face so I don't disgust people but more than that it was what helped me stay close to my parents even when the wound was gone, I couldn't be without the mask."

He gave her the money, and their hands slightly touched,and Eric couldn't stop himself from groaning when he felt her touch. On the other hand, Vicky couldn't understand why she was feeling this way towards a total and mysterious stranger who was hidden behind a mask. As the rules of the club, all members of the club are to put a mask on their faces for security reasons. But the workers were not allowed to put on masks. She stared at this man standing before her and noticed he had beautiful sets of green alluring eyes, which she finds fascinating. Initially, she tried looking away but felt herself lost in his gaze.

© Angel Adigwe, 2022 Published by Angel Adigwe. INTRODUCTION Damien white is the CEO of white enterprises. An event which occured in the past led to him always wearing a mask over his face. But no one really knew what happened. Even when he gets asked by people about the reason for the mask he still refuses to disclose anything about it and instead choose to live like that. But there's was a particular someone though who always puts a smile on Damien's face and gives him joy each time he thinks of her.

I’m not going to hurt you. His words were bizarre, but I had no time to think them over. No matter what he said, I wasn’t about to trust him. Still, I nodded in agreement, signaling that I would comply. Once he seemed convinced I wouldn’t resist, he relaxed a little and guided me toward the bedroom. He must have known I was pregnant because he kept his hand protectively near my stomach, careful not to harm me. As we moved, the dim light of the moon filtered through the window, and I finally got a clearer look at him. He wore a black mask that covered his entire face, leaving only his eyes visible. In the darkness, I couldn’t tell who he was at all.

He asked. "I want to resume work at White-Angel Inc." "Okay..." His voice trailed. "And how do you intend to do that?" He asked. "Except you have had plastic surgery or intent to wear a mask, I fail to see how that is possible." He added. I chuckled. "You won't believe it but I have had my face reconstructed," I said. "What?! How and why?" "Well, it was not by choice. I was in an accident that left my face disfigured and I had to get my face reconstructed. That was why I had disappeared for all those weeks. I was in a coma." I explained the to him.

With a brusque motion, he tore off the black mask that had always hidden his face. It was the first time I had seen the true face of the Cursed Alpha since I arrived here. He always wore that mask, a barrier that separated him from the world. But now, with his eyes fixed on me, the truth was exposed. His skin was marked by dark spots, deep scars, and burns that deformed a part of his face—the marks of the fire I believed had taken his life.

He reached out and tried to grab me by the hair. I tilted my head to dodge and tried to keep my breathing steady as I rang the small bell in front of me. The patient lying in the bed exhaled a slow breath. Thankfully, we were pretty much done with this session. If Luke had interrupted us earlier, the patient might have been startled. "Have you also lost your mind, Luke Spencer?" I demanded after putting on soundproof headphones on the patient again. Luke glanced at the patient disdainfully before reaching out to grab me again. This time, he succeeded as I was preoccupied with making sure that my patient's breathing was steady.

Even if they saw the resemblance— The eye color would throw them off. It's not like I can just wake up and change eye color. It doesn’t work like that. And then— “And let's not forget the mask,” Melina added. I nodded slowly. “…Yeah.” That too. Between the mask and the eyes— I had a shield. A strong one. I let out a long breath. One I didn’t even realize I had been holding. “Thank you, Mel…” My voice softened. “I feel… better.” She smiled slightly.

I snapped, knowing that this was a new dress, one that I had just bought, just for today. “Sorry about that, I wasn't looking where I was going." his deep and husky tone came through; his voice carried a powerful aura, one that I was capable of sending shivers down my spine. I finally lifted my gaze to meet him. He was wearing a mask, and even though it was all my fault, he still went ahead to apologise. “No. It's fine, I was the one who was not looking at where I was headed” I muttered and was just about to walk away but he held my hand. His touch was so cold, forcing me to yelp as it sent shivers down my spine.